The Pink Syndrome

Hellaws pink lova! I always love to share all my random thoughts to you, but all I wanna say tonite is ‘im dying for my retro blanket’ (so tired after a super exhausted day, closed by my guitar course) . Having career in Jakarta has been a curse for a lil princess, and I’ll say loudly, I’m the cutest lil princess!!! Oh damn gosh, I have to wake up really earlier than I had ever done before (could you imagine I wake up at 4 almost every day?) I have been forced to enjoy Jakarta’s traffic without any exception. Sometimes I drive to my office with a smile upon my lips, though I spend most of the time by swearing a really rude word. Stop doing that princess!! I wish I can stop cursing people, finger crossed. But it’s too good to be true cause lot of motorcyclists trigger me to be a mad devil. I’m not ‘The Devil wears Prada’, but I’m an insane lady driver. Okay, I dun wanna talk about Jakarta’s traffic, but for sure, I’d like to share my melodramatic moments.

It’s bit weird when you’re suddenly changed into a romantic person, while you used to have a powerful and stubborn personality. I can spontaneously make up a poem with a beautiful rhymes (omg, you’re too much) during driving my princess. Contemplating while I’m driving is one of the best moments and I really enjoy it (don’t ever think to tease my ritual cos I’ll just ignore you).

Okay, so how could I finally recognise that I have an overdramatic aka galau syndrome?

Look at this pic below. Could you imagine that Runi, Mba So, and I are the persons behind this beautiful ‘pink ruffles cake’? Yes, we did it!

Look, I tried to shape up the pinky bow and it made my hand became red (It’s from a plain white fondant and I added a bit pink colour). So cute, isn’t it?

If you zoom in the details of the ruffles, omg, it’s so damn complicated. But as Mies van der Rohe (hmm… one of architecture godfather) said, ‘God is in the details’. Yes… those intricate details made the cake became so sophisticated.

The most obvious syndrome was this note below. I wrote it while I was at BPS (Badan Pusat Statistik) yesterday afternoon. My boss sent me bbm and asked about how the preparation was going on. ‘What’s the concept?’. For a minute I was mute, and then I just opened memopad application on phone, started to write random sweet words, and, just read it gals!

Agak lebay gak sih??? Hahhaha.. some friends giggled and some bullied. I didn’t care, I was overdramatic! Anyway, thanks to Selvi for printing the card, she's such a good new friend, I hope it will last forever.

Now, if you read my bbm status, ‘You cannot touch the sunshine, though it embraces you with love’. Yes, that’s true. For some reasons you cannot touch the sun, unless you wanna suicide by burning your body. Same with God, you will never meet Him until you die, but you can always thank to Him for all His love, grace, and miracle. Love is an unseen matter, but for people who believe in God, they would have a faith that love exists in this world. But for flocks who don’t believe in love, they are so so so damn stupid. Why? Cause you are here, born in this beautiful and chaotic world, by God’s love. It’s a gift from God for your parents. Eventhough there are couples who get babies by accident, but still, it’s not the babies’ sin. God still loves the babies by giving them a chance to live. An opportunity to change this world into a better place for human being. A chance to become a saviour for their parents, bring them into a right path of life. So, don’t ever think that no one loves you. God loves all His creatures.

And for the time being, you are too sweet to forget.

I believe we met not by a coincidence.

That’s the path for us to learn, how to respect love purity.

You are one of the best gifts that God has ever given.

I do deeply in love with you, but for too many countless reasons, we cannot be together as shadows always be with me.

You said I deserve a better person; likewise, you deserve it too.

Because of I care about you; I would love all the things that you care.

And I’m willing to hurt myself just to let you go with all the things that you love.

You don’t need to say ‘I care about you my dear’. Cause I know that you care bout me more than I care bout my life.

You said I’m selfish, yes I am. I am too afraid to lose you cause it’s like cursing my life.

I can see sadness in your eyes, and I appreciate when you try to conceal it.

Like an empty road without any light in the night, so dark, but within no more than twelve hours, the sunshine will raise again.

I do believe that your ray of light is dimming now, but in a meantime, you are a spirit for others.

You have to realise that you’re one in a million, and for so many reasons people would love just the way you are.

When I see I gorgeous shooting stars, I wish to God for all the good things within your life.

Cause like those stars, wherever you moves away, you’ll give a shining path. Everybody will remember for your kindness, humble heart, sympathy, and compassion.

You are the one who could see me as whole, not only a part of me. When you said, the more I know you and the more obsessed I become, I could barely accept it.

But all I know now is both of us are hurt. Adele said, ‘Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead’.

That’s song was indeed true. For some mornings I wake up with tears in my eyes. A dream of you has accompanied my heavy night. For some days I drop my tears cause sometimes you don’t even gimme a shit. Just walking away, without any smile or glance. Yes, it hurts.

But I won’t forget you for some reasons too, cause I realise so do you. Throwing your name into a rubbish bin would never erase you from my mind, cause though my maid burns the rubbish, the rubbish is not gone. It only transforms into a different particle, carbon dioxide, gasses, and several chemical thingy. It still exists in the air, and you still can smell it.

Like Einstein said, ‘Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another’. And I believe, you’re the kind of energy for my life. Cause from the first time we met, I know someday you’ll be someone of my life, it’s a God destiny for us.

You smile will lift me up when I am weak my dear

Xoxo

Spectacular Magic Festival

Bonjour mes amis. C'est la tres magnifique vie!!

Okay, now I’ll share another random thingy from my thought. One of my beloved friends asked for a favor as she got a ‘special’ project from her campus. The lecturer tortured with a bloody weird task, which assigned her to make up a story based on several discrete words. Those words were (*cmiiw); mountain, pancake, magic, drive, scream, drift, hallway, melt, chase, dream, and deep.

I din know whether this story were decent or not, but all I realise, it’s just weirdoss… hahahah.. Enjoy! Bonne lecture!

I just I had a weird dream. My boyfriend and I drove to mountain to taste the cold pancakes from witches’ restaurant. By the time we arrived there, we found there were many witches gathered to celebrate a spectacular magic festival. Each of them tried to show best performance in purpose to win a snake trophy. This trophy has power which can open the gate of immortality, so all the witches aimed to own it.

One by one performed in front of audiences to attract the juries’ attention. There was little girl witch with a red hood screamed and in a second she became a dinosaurs. Other witch burned a paper and it converted into a million pound sterling. When people attempted to take it, it blasted out and made some people got angry. The next witch could make every image in the book alive but within 2 minutes it would be an ash.

I wondered where the pancake was because I saw nobody ate it. My boyfriend then suggested me to sneak in to kitchen. Oh my God! Could you imagine a lot of bizarre things over your face? Human fingers were scattered everywhere with some jugs of blood stood on top of the table. Chicken heads, spiders, cat skins, snake tails, tiger teeth, cow’s leg, pig’s bowels, green roses, black orchids, and other peculiar stuffs were also decorated the kitchen. The smell was really like a hell. I should escape as soon as possible or I was going to die.

But it was too late. The owner of the restaurant got two strangers inside her kitchen! She was really furious and took her magic stick to juggle us. My reflex was better than my boy therefore I could hide under the table. She made him into a zombie, even then he chased me. I ran to the window and tried to open the key. Unfortunately I broke it so it could not be opened. Okay, I closed my eyes and prayed to God this was only a dream. Damn, my boy strangled my neck and I would die within seconds. Now I am trying to wake up from a deep deep sleep.

Finally I can open my eyes. My heart is beating so fast while my breath is gasping. I am sweating too much thus I decide to change my clothes. When I open my cupboard, I see the zombie there. Aaaaaaaaa…. I scream as loud as I can then I drift from silent room to the hallway. I run through the hallway until I hit a black wall severely. Though I am unconscious at present and I lost some magic revelation, but it is better than killed by a zombie. No more pancakes in my life, even a hot creamy pancake with melted chocolate on the top!

-Fin-

Just a brief update from Jakarta

Yippie… Finally I could spill out my random thingy here. Pfft. It has been 3 months since I left London and day by day everything become busier. What was I doin? Well, I had several job interviews even if I should determine which was the best for me. Three month equals with more than 90 days, but I think I got really lots of experiences (equal with millions experiences) here in Jakarta.

I’ll share my story later after the Ied, n now just a quick brief; I got my dream job, met several new friends, shocked by many fake girls, tried to satisfy someone but it was just BULLSHIT n PERSECUTING myself, realised that my life is more than beautiful, found that love n future sometimes does not work as a mutualism, learned that woman should have a pride by don’t pawn your self-esteem, and many many more things…

Highlight:
I was really upset with an ‘I thought honoured society’; instead of they’re just a bunch of greedy and crafty people. Hell yeah.. I live here, down on my so-called country with awful deceits.

Mmmm, independence day seemed nothing today, cos all of us are not FREE. We are afraid from being poor, starving, uneducated, insulted, humiliated, and even we often bluff to be respected by the public.

Enjoy the rest of Ramadhan, I’ll see ya next month with ma story. I gotta go to sleep..

Bisous

Mom, I'm home

Hi all,

Hari ini mood gw kayaknya lagi super duper mellow yaks. Dimulai pagi ini waktu gw jalan-jalan terakhir sama faima (sobat gw di kantor yg baek banget). Gw sama dia jalan-jalan di market deket Aldgate East. Di situ dijual barang-barang high street aka Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango, Zara, New Look, Jane Norman, Miss Selfridge, Marks n Spencer, dll, dengan harga yang super duper miring! Intinya, mereka motong label merek si barang-barang ini (kayak factory outlet yang ada di Bandung), jadi kayak barang-barang super last season lah.

Iya si gw happy karena gw berhasil dapet dua blouse Jane Norman dengan harga super murah yaitu £5 each, tapi tetep aja, gw sedih banget ya pisah sama faima. Hari jumat kemaren, pas lunch sekalian farewell gw juga sedih ya. Berat banget rasanya waktu gw pelukan sama Natalie, Valeria, Felicitas, Titia, dll. Hmm, ternyata waktunya gw kembali ke rumah ya? Yang bikin gw berat bukan karena gw harus balik ke Indonesia ya, tapi gw harus balik ke rumah gw. Flash back ke belakang, gw dah 10 tahun ga tinggal di rumah bareng bonyok, pastinya semua udah berubah dong ga kayak dulu pas waktu gw tinggalin. Dan so pasti kebebasan yang selama ini gw miliki 100% bakal jadi 0,99% karena bonyok gw extra rewel kalo gw di rumah. Mereka maunya gw nemenin mereka kemana-mana.

Banyak yang tanya, ‘Mo, sayang banget kerjanya ga dilanjutin di London. Kenapa ga lanjut?’. Yah, mungkin dari segi pengalaman, materi, opportunity, etc, kerja di london tampak sangat menggiurkan ya. Tapi ada saat di mana lo harus ngalah, dan ga boleh egois mikirin diri lo sendiri. Maksudnya apa Mo? Yups, tadi abis ketemu Faima, gw jalan-jalan ke Richmond Park yang jauh bener dari rumah. Naek Tube butuh waktu 1 jam dah mesti ganti 3 line. Turun Tube gw jalan kaki sekitar 1,5 jam untuk nyampe taman (pake acara nyasar si, gara-gara google map HP dodol) yang ternyata keren banget pemandangannya kalo diliat dari atas. Selama jalan itu gw banyak merenung. Coba deh lo semua bayangin ya, berapa banyak duit yang udah bonyok lo keluarin buat kuliah lo. Tapi mereka ga pernah nuntut apa-apa kan? Dalam kasus gw, selama 10 tahun ini bokap gw full men-support biaya kuliah gw ditambah biaya hore-hore gw. Apalagi gw paling kagak bisa liat makanan enak. Beuuh... gw bisa nangis terisak-isak kalo lagi kere n ga bisa makan enak.

Bokap gw pernah bilang waktu gw lg intern di Singapur, ‘Im, kamu kerja di Jakarta aja ya. Kasian Mama ga ada temen. Bentar lagi juga kamu nikah dan bener-bener ninggalin rumah. Misal dua ato tiga tahun lagi. Kamu temenin mama dulu deh di rumah sebelum nikah’. Nah, bener juga tuh. Orang tua emang g pernah minta balesan apa-apa. Yang mereka pengenin cuma liat anaknya sukses mesti mereka mesti kerja banting tulang even pinjem duit kiri kanan. Kita aja jarang banget tau kalo mereka lagi kere. Biasanya orang tua kalo soal pendidikan suka iya-iya aja pas kita minta duit, padahal belum tentu saat itu mereka lagi ada duit. Intinya mereka pengen pendidikan terbaik buat anaknya.

Sekarang gw ngerasa egois. Selama sepuluh taun ini gw ga pernah kasih kontribusi berarti buat orang tua gw. Bisanya minta, minta, n minta. Padahal nyokap kalo gw anterin ke mangga dua juga dah seneng banget, karena beliau udah sepi ga ada temen lagi, secara gw anak bungsu. Ditambah kakak gw yang belum nikah, ngikut gw kuliah di sini. Lengkap sudah emak gw kesepian ditambah susah karena mesti ngasih makan anak-anaknya yang rakus. Gw rasa cukup sudah gw mengejar mimpi gw. Maksud gw, bukan berarti gw balik ke rumah then cita-cita gw jadi terlupakan. Ga ada salahnya ko mengejar mimpi gw ditemenin nyokap. Gw masih bisa punya karir yang cemerlang di Indo, mesti intriknya ruar biasa kayak sinetron kalo di kantor. Selama gw pantang menyerah gw yakin bisa. Sama aja ko karir di luar n di Indo. Semua tergantung dari pribadi yang ngejalanin. Jangan salah loh, banyak orang Indo yang ngaku-ngaku punya kerja oke di negeri orang padahal mereka cuma kerja jadi pelayan, koki, atau apapunlah. Emang gaji pelayan dkk di luar negeri gede, jadi kalopun mereka boong pas balik ke Indo karena mereka pake barang-barang mewah itu sangat mungkin terjadi. Highlightnya, buat apa sih kuliah tinggi-tinggi kalo cuma jadi pelayan? Gw miris liat temen gw yang kekeuh kerja di sini sampe akhirnya dia cuma jadi pelayan. Padahal dia lulusan S2 dari univ bagus di sini. Pulanglah kau nak ke pangkuan ibumu. Jadi macan di negaramu sendiri lebih terhormat ko, dan tentunya lo bisa sambil berbakti kepada orang tua lo. *eh tapi tiap orang punya pemikiran masing-masing ya ;)

Pas Januari kemaren gw pulang, gw sedih banget. Gw tatap nyokap gw. Gw perhatiin, kerutan di mukanya dah banyak banget L. Trus gw bilang, ‘Mama udah tua ya?’. Trus mama gw jawab, ‘yaiyalah Im, cucu aja udah 5’. Ko bisa-bisanya ya gw baru sadar kalo nyokap gw dah tua. Kenapa gw sampe melewatkan perubahan nyokap gw? Kenapa gw ga pernah ada di sisi nyokap gw buat nemenin dia ngelewatin hari-harinya yang mungkin aja berat? Bonyok gw luar biasa! Mereka ga pernah ngasih tau gw kalo mereka sedang susah atau apapun itulah. Gw kadang tau dari orang laen atau kakak gw. Apa karena gw dianggap anak manja sampe mereka selalu nutupin semua ke gw? At least gw sadar, buat apa gw ngejar mimpi sampe ke ujung dunia, tapi gw melewatkan kebersamaan gw sama bonyok gw. Mimpi masih bisa di kejar di Indo kok. Gw ga mau lagi melewatkan 10 tahun yang ke-skip begitu aja kali ini. Apalagi nyokap gw udah semakin tua. Moga-moga gw kali ini bisa jadi anak yang berbakti ya. Amiin.

Satu hal yang barusan bener-bener bikin hati gw teriris adalah, pas gw lagi beres-beres buat packing. Nyokap selalu ngajarin gw nyimpen semua receipt belanjaan, in case ada apa-apa gitu. Trus semua receipt gw keluarin n gw sortir, takut-takut ada garansi. Gw liat satu-satu receipt yang udah gw hasilkan selama satu setengah taun belakangan ini. Syok banget gw waktu liat receipt ini super duper banyak sekali jumlahnya (nih liat foto di bawah). Gw liat satu persatu nilai transaksinya. MasyaAllah. Bisa-bisanya gw asal gesek debit card, credit card, untuk barang-barang yang ga penting n menurut gw harganya ko ga kira-kira ya? Kenapa gw sadarnya telat ya kalo gw odong-odong? Gw inget waktu kartu kredit gw meledak n bokap gw g marah. Cuma tanya satu persatu rincian apa aja yang gw beli. Dah betapa dodolnya waktu bokap gw tanya, Im Dorothy Perkins apaan y? Oh itu supermarket Pak. Bisa-bisanya lo Mooooo!!!

Yasudahlah, mungkin semuanya proses pendewasaan diri. Dan minggu depan gw bakal ultah n makin tua. Keterlaluan kalo gw masih aja labil. Ah mellownya dah kelamaan. Mesti balik packing lagi. Besok gw mau liburan terakhir sebelum gw bener-bener kembali ke dunia nyata gw. Okay all, see u soon di Indo ya.

xx

Smile

Because words are not enough...

I love Risma Diniar
Love ya to the fullest
The best gf ever in my life
and the greatest gift ever given to me by God
and I'm proud to be yours

SAP :D

Happy New Year 2011

Hi Guys.....

Wedew, udah 4 bulan lebih ya ga nulis di blog ini. 2010 berlalu, ada seneng ada susah. udah rada lupa si apa aja yang terjadi. Tapi ada beberapa kejadian yang msih nempel di otak gw. Nih dia rangkuman tahun 2010:
-Januari: eurotrip sama dede-chan, raker pertama PPIUK di London
-Februari: pulang indo n untuk pertama kalinya bisa kopdar sama temen-temen radio ppi
-Maret: hore, saya punya pacar yang super duper baik n sayang sama saya.. haish.., Scotland trip sama Miao tercinta
-April: Easter break! yuks roadtrip keliling England, sekalian sumpah palapa dimulai
-April-September: Masa sumpah palapa dalam pertapaan di dalam kamar Winton Drive n Perpustakaan Glasgow U
-Juni: Intern di GU real estate-dapet supervisor yang super duper baek.. hikss.. untuk pertama kalinya naek BMW di UK (Norakkkkkk... kebisaan jadi kenek bis disini.. hhahhahahahhha)
-September: sumpah palapa kelar yang artinya thesis saya kelar :D :D, sayang mesti lebaran di mushola kampus ditemenin mba Poppy n mas Tongki karena hari submission thesis :(, cece datang ke UK bt s2
-Oktober: SI PPI Dunia di London, dapet kerja jadi kasir di Primark, akhirnya nonton avenged sevenfold n stone sour
-November: masa-masa kelam, alhamdulillah dinyatakan lulus, putus dari pacar yang super duper baik, ketemu sama pacar yang super duper perhatian, siaran terakhir Radio PPI Dunia ;(
-Desember: Mami sama aa datang ke UK, wisuda dengan gelar Master of Science (Alhamdulillah), akhirnya ketemu Cindy Patricia Fontanius tercinta, taun baru di Edinburgh bersama orang-orang tersayang, perfect!

Yah mau jelek mau bagus 2010 udah lewat. Senengnya sampe bikin ketawa ngakak udah abis. Sedihnya sampe bikin nangis bombay dan mata bengkak juga udah abis. Lupain semua hal yang bikin mellow. Fokus sama cita-cita pribadi dan jangan melirik cita-cita orang lain karena bisa mendistract tujuan awal kita. Dan yang paling penting, you're not a baby anymore momochan! Hahahhahahaha....

Happy new year guys! Moga taun 2011 kalian semua sayang sama Imooooo.. jangan ada yang nyolong makanan Imo lagi ya... hahhhahahaha... Sukses buat kalian semua. Yang lagi sekolah semoga cepet lulus, yang lagi cari kerja moga cepet dapet kerja, yang lagi kerja semoga cepet naek pangkat sam gaji, yang lagi bisnis moga untung gede, yang baru nikah moga cepet punya anak.

Nah, wish pertama gw di 2011, kenapa visa gw lama bgt kelarnya?????? Udah 1,5 bulan. Padahal rencananya Januari ini pulang ke indo nengokin bokap. Hiks... gw pikir kejadian sinetron kayak masalah visa kerja di Singapur cuma terjadi sekali. Ternyata terulang kembali. Kalo kata si mamah, kalo ga last minute namanya bukan imo. Hahahhahahah...

Wish selanjutnya? Mau Anya Hindmarch yang Jethro!! Beliin dong. Trus pengen punya toko sprei sama restoran. Sama kerja yang gaji setaunnya bisa rumh susun di Jakarta. Amiin..
Okay guys, gtg...

XOXO

PS. wardrobe gossip girl season 4 ga asik ah. Hair do Blair sama Serena juga ble'e, jd kecewa. hikss...